Reaching a late August level of nihilism when it’s only the first week in July.

Compulsive thinking, fitful sleeping, and endless, endless trips to the bathroom.

End Times, or Beginning?

The criterion by which any activity must be judged: would you rather be asleep?

Little soul, you came so far to be here, on the other side of your mother’s skin.

Your unexamined regard for your own training, professional standing, judgment, and notoriety leads me to question your intelligence.

Courage when you have none
Endurance when you have none
Patience when you have none
Kindness when you have none

She said, everything is barely.

Beneath the ceaseless parade of brightly colored images, blackness.

If one more subscription card falls out of this magazine, I’m going fucking ballistic.

“We liked drinking together, but even more than that we liked drinking alone.”